Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.